(2013)
Everybody writes love songs and poems don't they? Even when they have no one to write to.
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
